We finally had to get rid of Milo’s toddler bed. He and Walter ruined it by cannonballing off the edge and onto the mattress. Needless to say, the Target convertible crib we bought when I was pregnant with him was not meant to stand up to such abuse. I made Matt save the pieces, though, because I am hoping it can still be salvaged – for sentimental reasons, you understand. WHY fling themselves off the edge of the crib, you ask? Well, isn’t it obvious?
At least, that’s how they see it. This is how I see it…
Careless swan dive off Cliffs of Death into Alligator Bomb Swamp.
And now he has a bunk bed.